The Charlie Sheen Spectacle: What Does It Say About Fame, Fortune, Human Behavior -- and You and Me?
Nor do I need to tell you the sizzling storyline: how the star of TV's No. 1 sitcom, "Two and a Half Men," partied so hard, got so drugged up, caused so much trouble on and off the set, mouthed off so much against his bosses at CBS and Time Warner that they canceled the show for the rest of the season and then fired him.
At $1.8 million an episode, Charlie, 45, is the highest paid actor in the sitcom world. In the eight years that "Men" has been running, he has been a money machine for CBS and Time Warner. The sitcom is able to charge top dollar for commercials ($200,000 for 30 seconds, one of the priciest in all of television.)
Naturally, Charlie's bosses want the cash registers to keep ringing. They tried hard to carry on with an increasingly bizarre-acting star. Finally, with things getting worse instead of better, they fired him in an 11-page letter explaining why. Read the letter here.
Charlie's reaction was: You want war? I'll give you war! He went nuclear. He launched verbal missiles against his bosses, former wives, and various "stupid" trolls in on the conspiracy against him. He sued the show's creator, Chuck Lorre, and the broadcaster, CBS, for $100 million, charging breach of contract.
web cast. After viewing it, choose your adjectives: drunk, drugged, lost, desperate, pathetic, volcanic, violent, paranoid, tormented, deranged, delirious, insane. Pick one or more than one. Add your own.
But even among Charlie's most ardent supporters and fans, one adjective won't come to mind: normal. He makes sense about two-an-a-half percent of the time. Is it because of damage from long-term drug use? Mental breakdown?
Clearly, years of heavy drinking, drugs, marathon partying with prostitutes, broken marriages, and personal turmoil have taken a toll. Gaunt, wild-eyed, sucking deeply on a cigarette, ducking down for a swig of "tiger blood," he is a far cry from the young Charlie Sheen I remember from two seminal movies, "Platoon" and "Wall Street."
Charlie may be loaded with money. He may live in a huge, sprawling mansion with his two "goddesses." He may be a celebrity whose name is a household name, but is this any way to live? How can a guy who has it all, hitting the big time at 20 and hitting it even bigger nearly 20 years later with "Men," make such a mess of his life?
Charlie sees himself living the fantasy life in his mansion with his two beautiful "goddesses," with love, money, fame, and freedom -- everything anybody could possibly want. He even had his 2-year-old twin boys, Max and Rob, living in the mansion until last week. They were removed by child welfare authorities.
Charlie and the two goddesses do not sleep in the same bed because, as one goddess told an interviewer, "we all need a side of the bed." So the two goddesses each have their own bed and Charlie decides each night which bed he will sleep in.
In an ABC TV interview at the mansion, Charlie walks in and kisses each goddess in turn. His two young boys are there, getting motherly strokes from the smiling goddesses. It is a picture of domestic bliss.
One goddess says that this is the way they live, she's happy, and is not looking for marriage. The other goddess, asked if she longed for marriage, said brightly, "Sure, I'd love to marry Charlie. He's a wonderful guy."
By any definition, the goddesses are prostitutes. Over the years, Charlie has spent huge sums on prostitutes and, as with everything else, makes no apology for it. He is equally open about his "porn room." It's who he is and what he likes, he says. Here is short video of Charlie discussing his goddesses and way of life.
What are we to make of it?
One thoughtful, human response to Sheen's saga has come from comedian Howie Mandel. Appearing as a guest on Piers Morgan's CNN talk show, he was asked about "our warped news values," in which Sheen is so dominant in news cycles.
Mandel said, "It's a sad statement on humanity ... that we all love a train wreck. I'm a parent, and I look at him and I think this must be torturous for his father and his family and the people who love and care about him and this is horrible for the children. You're in television, you're in the business. We have to talk about it and show clips. [The fact that] we're mesmerized by it is kind of a statement of who we are."
"Do you find any of what Charlie's doing funny, in a dark way?" Morgan asked.
"In the beginning I thought it was funny," Mandel said. "Now it seems to be getting a little more tragic because I didn't know the extent of his issues and what the problem was. I thought ultimately the two sides would come together and he'd be back on the show and now it's just falling apart. We're watching somebody who could possibly die and that's a horror show. That's not something I really want to be a party to, but here I am talking about it."
And here I am writing about it.
I have never watched a single episode of "Two and a Half Men." Two guys sitting on a couch exchanging wisecracks, my impression of the show from glimpses of TV ads for it, doesn't do it for me. Though 14.5 million people may tune into the sitcom every week, I prefer to do other things with my time.
Only because of the media onslaught have I recently learned what "Men" is about. Charlie and his hard living inspired the series. The main character, Charlie Harper, is a Charlie Sheen doppelganger, a freewheeling bachelor who says, "I make a lot of money for doing very little work. I sleep with beautiful women who don't ask about my feelings. I drive a Jag. I live on the beach. "
This was Charlie Harper boasting to his gnarly, chiropractor brother, Alan, (Jon Cryer), whose wife has thrown him out of the house. Without enthusiasm, Charlie takes him in along with his son Jake (Angus T. Jones), then 10 and now a sullen teen. And what does that make? It makes two and a half men! I finally know the storyline. Yeah!
I'm not singling out "Men" for special abuse. I have the same aversion to the number one rated show on all of television, American Idol, and also Dancing With The Stars. A minute or two of them, which is all I can stand, leaves me let down and dumbfounded. Apparently, the American public's appetite for celebrity is bottomless and what performers will do in the pursuit of fame is limitless.
Watching contestants sing their hearts out only to have celebrity judges dash their big dreams, sometimes meanly, is not my idea of entertainment. I don't enjoy seeing people being used, failing, and having their feelings hurt.
I feel the same about all those reality shows. After a few minutes of watching people looking for happiness or a wad of money or the big break, but actually being cheap, disposable entertainment, I invariably want out.
Why do so many of us willingly, even eagerly, publicly parade ourselves, our lives, our hopes on reality TV shows? If you are a survivor, what's the point of proving it on "The survivor?" If you know it, why isn't that enough?
But what do I know? I have never watched "Survivor."
I am not of this planet.
What did I just hear you say? Did you say, "It's the attention, stupid. It's a shot at becoming known. It's a chance to become a celebrity, maybe even one as famous as Charlie Sheen. It's the bucks that goes with being a name and the bigger the name, the bigger the bucks."
I get your point and I stand properly put in my place. Charlie Sheen's outlandish behavior is surely not the point, its the means. It's what he achieves with it. In the process of making himself a household name, he makes himself into a brand, and a bankable one.
On March 1, soon after his name was everywhere 24-7, Charlie Sheen opened a Twitter account. In one day, he attracted one million followers, becoming the fastest to reach that milestone. A few days afterward, he had 2.4 million followers and companies lining up to advertise. Here he shows off a bottle of his favorite drink--"Tiger Blood."
But if this is an act, a huge put-on, it is one brilliant performance. If it's all about money, the guy is a promotional genius. He knows how to market himself. Not surprisingly, he has decided to write a book and sell it for at least $10 million. Negotiations are underway.
"Celebrity journalism is not only diabolically popular but cheap to produce, which explains why People is America's most popular magazine. Charlie Sheen may not get $10 million for his memoirs, but they're worth more than they were this time last year. It does not seem impossible that his "breakdown" has been entirely calculated."
Charlie has also decided to take his show on the road. He'll soon embark on a live tour. He announced this in his tweet: "Fastball; My Violent Torpedo of Truth/Defeat is Not an Option Show LIVE Detroit/Chicago on sale Sat ... The REAL story c."
Charlie will step live and in person onto a Detroit stage on April 3, followed by a show in Chicago. Ticket Master has the tour listing with Sheen's description: "I'm going on the road. LIVE. Will there be surprises? Will there be guests? Will there be mayhem? Will you ask questions? Will you laugh? Will you scream? ... This IS where you will hear the REAL story from the Warlock. Bring it. I dare you to keep up with me."
The tour sold out in 18 minutes, according to Ticket Master, the fastest ever.
I suppose I shouldn't have written this story without watching one minute of "Two and a Half Men," but I did. Too late now. Maybe I'll watch a repeat next week. Or maybe I won't.
So long and keep moving.
P.S. I have been thinking about Charlie Sheen getting $10 million for his new book and me making $12.57 on the sale of three copies of my new E-Book, "Last Laughs." He's not even writing it himself and I wrote every word of my book. Is that fair? What's wrong with that picture?
I got so mad one night I ran out of the house to a beer joint. I was drowning my sorrows at the bar and talking to this underage doll, under 60 for sure, and this dude walks up and starts talking to her. I thought: He thinks he can pull that shit with me? ME? I grabbed the asshole and threw them across the room.
He got up and ran at me. I decked him. I used to be a boxer so I know how to throw a punch. But he got up again and tackled me. We both went down punching and kicking each other. Before I knew it, the cops were there and getting in the middle of it, pushing and shoving us and pissing me off so bad I gave one of them the back of my hand and blood gushed out of his nose. Too bad, who did he think he was messing with, anyway?
Well, other guys dived in, and the fight spilled out into the street. More cops came and a bunch of us got cuffed, put in the paddy wagon, taken to the police station, and booked. Don't believe it? Here's the mug shot.
After the mug shot, the cop whose nose I bloodied pushed me around. When I pushed back, all hell broke loose in the station. Here is the shot, taken secretly by a photographer friend Billy Gardiner, just after they beat the crap out of me.
I'm out on bail now and I've just begun to fight, fight, FIGHT! Want a lesson in winning, Charlie Sheen? Follow me on my new Twitter Account!
And here's the deal: you mention my new book, Last Laughs, and my novel and, of course, my name, G-E-O-R-G-E P-O-L-L-O-C-K, and I'll join forces with you to destroy the trolls. Plus I'll sign up everybody I know. Plus, since I know you love to be paid, you get half of all increased sales! Deal, Charlie? Here's to selling. Here's to money. Here's to WINNING!
And now my dear reader, here are my E-books that you can buy and make me rich and famous, bigger, richer, and crazier than Charlie Sheen!
So long and keep moving.
"State Kid: Hero of Literacy" is fiction based on his real-life experiences growing up in foster homes; "Last Laughs," is the true story of how five foster kids (he and four younger siblings) found their way in life and each other. "Killers: Surprises in a Maximum Security Prison," is the story of his being locked up for 23 hours with killers in a maximum security prison; "I, Cadaver" is about his postmortem adventures and mischief in the anatomy lab at UMass Medical School. “A Beautiful Story” demonstrates the art and process of creative writing as a 16-year-old boy goes all out to write a story that literally saves his life; "A Long, Happy, Healthy Life," which is about how to live the title every day; and "Unlove Story," Writing anonymously as "Elvis," a husband, dumped after 38 years of marriage, lets it all out on love, marriage, life, everything. A guy doing this? It's unheard of.